Date: Sat, 7 Oct 2006 15:47:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joseph Hungary <josephshungary@yahoo.com>
Subject: Joey's Life Series 2

Disclaimer: This is a story based upon my past experiences. All names and
crap have been changed. If you are not of legal age, please stop reading
and go away. If you do not approve of gay/bi sex or incestuous
relationships, you may also leave. Otherwise enjoy.

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"Wake up little guy." I heard my dad say. When I woke up, I looked
around. It took me a while to realize where I was. When I finally got it
together, I realized I was on a plane. I must have fallen asleep and
thought about last summer. Me and my dad never talked about it. I looked
around and only my dad was there. Stephanie and Patrick were with my mom.
My dad picked me up the week after Christmas. He wanted all three of us,
but my mom only settled for one. Which was cool I guess. I got my dad to
myself. Patrick was too young anyway and Stephanie would have rathered
stayed in Vegas with our cousins.

When we landed, he took me to see my grandma. It was cool because I loved
my grandma. We were really close.

"There's someone else I'd like you to see" My dad said after we've seen
everyone. I knew who it was. His new girlfriend. I haven't even met her
yet, but me and Steff hated her. I guess because we all ways assumed that
our parents would get back together. I can just imagine her being some
ugly bitch. We turned the corner and three houses down, we saw two people
standing in the front and waving. Oh God, please don't let it be them, I
thought. My dad said she had a son. A year younger than me. We pulled up
at the house. Yup, it was them. They weren't too bad. I guess. But they
were just, country trash, I guess you could call them. Like I said, I
lived in Vegas. The city. They lived in this really jacked-up house. The
chick was alright looking. Her clothes were descent. Her hair was kinda
purple. Well, more like a burgundy. I guess she'd be cool, if she dies
her hair weird colors. The kid on the other hand, looked like a freak. He
was just too happy. And had these weird ass clothes. I knew his mother
dressed him.

We got out of the car and I had to put on this happy face. As I got
closer, I realized that the chick was kinda putting on some weight. She
was "Big" but her gut was just out there. Not to be mean. I was just
noticing. She started walking towards me with her arms open. Then gave me
a big hug.

"Hi Joey! It's finally nice to meet you. I'm Teresa. This is my son,
Dyllan." She said, pointing at the kid. What the hell? Why was she
hugging me? How long have they been dating? My dad just told us about
her a few weeks ago when I talked to him to make the arrangements. "We've
heard so much about. Your dad has not stopped talking about you and your
brother and sister for months."

"Months?" I blabbed out. I thought I'd mean to say it out loud.

"Well actually, more like years. As soon as you and your sister were
born. He told me everything. When you guys started crawling, walking,
talking. Then when Dyllan was born, I called him for everything."

I was going to ask her how long they've been dating. Years! Did she say
years! As soon as I opened my mouth, my dad cut in.

"We better go if we want to make those reservations. I forgot to tell you
Joey, we're going to that pizza place you like." It was like Chuck 'E
Cheese, but it didn't have that play place. Instead it was like and
arcade.

"I love this place." Dyllan was telling me when we pulled up. Like I care
what he likes. While we ate, our parents kept laughing with each other.
As soon as we finished, I grabbed Dyllan's arm and pulled him into the
arcade room.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked him

"Ooh. You said a bad word." Crap! I forgot this kid was only 6. I was 7
but we cursed all the time. Hell wasn't even a "bad word". He should see
me when I'm really pissed.

"Shut up. How long have our parents been going out?" I asked

"About two years" he answered. Like it was nothing.

"My parents divorced two years ago."

"Yeah. Mine too." Like he didn't even care. He was too involved in that
stupid whack-a-mole game. Well, it's not a stupid game. But still. This
was important. Maybe my dad broke up with my mom because of her.

"So did they get a divorce so she can be with my dad?" I asked him

"No. They were only 'friends' then. But they were really close." God.
This kid was confusing me. I wanted to hit him.

"So how long have they been DATING." I emphasized 'dating' so he would
get it.

"Oh, maybe about a year. My mom's pregnant and they're getting married in
October." Aww man. They're getting married! AND she's pregnant? I think I
almost passed out.

We were driving back to our house. They came with us. I stared out the
window. I was just wallowing in my sorrow. Then it started to snow. We
got home and they wanted us to go play outside. I didn't want to. I loved
the snow. But I was just too upset. Dyllan ran outside to play. I stayed
inside. Then my dad came up to me.

"Don't you want to go out and play?" He asked.

"No." I knew why he wanted me to go out. So him and Teresa can do stuff
in his room. I wasn't a stupid 7 year old. My cousins back home, who were
like teens, told me about sex. I wasn't gonna leave them here alone.

"Why not little buddy?" Cuz I don't want you to screw that bitch.

"I just don't feel good."

He checked my head. "Yeah, your kinda warm." Because everyone's pissing
me off,  I thought. "Go up stairs and lay down. I'll get you some ice." I
went up to my room and brought the ice with me. After and hour or so, I
went down stairs. They were in his room. Do they think I'm stupid? I can
hear her moaning. I went to the living room to look through the window
and check on Dyllan. He was throwing snow balls with some kids on the
block. I went to the corner of the living room. The air vents that were
on the wall close to the floor didn't work. So my dad just installed
ceiling fans in every room. Me and Steff found out about these air vents
last summer. The one in the living room connects to the ones in Dad's
room, kitchen and bathroom. I opened it up, crawled in and closed it
behind me. It wasn't really dark. I got to the end and knew that the path
to the right led to the kitchen and to the left was my dad's and the
bathrooms. I just followed Teresa's moans. When I got to the room, I
looked through and saw them. They kept the window blinds open and I saw
everything. They weren't that smart. What if Dyllan came across and saw
the window open and looked through it. They were both sweaty. My dad
looked mad. He just kept pounding her. She was on her back. Legs in the
air. My dad had a hold of her legs as he pounded her. He was on his
knees. She was holding on to the head of the bed. Every time he pounded
her, it made a popping sound.

If I wasn't so pissed, it would have been really hot. Then my dad started
slowing down, but his thrusts were stronger. After a long moan he pulled
his dick out (and it made a loud "pop" when he did). I noticed he wasn't
wearing a condom. Maybe Dyllan was right about her being pregnant. He got
up and started for his clothes.

"Is that it?" She asked him. "What the fuck is the matter with you guys.
You want us to finish you, but you never finish us."

"How the hell am I supposed to finish you? I came twice. It's not my
fault you bitches have multiple orgasms."

"God. Sometimes it's not even worth it." She got off the bed and started
looking for her clothes as well. "I might as well stay home and do it
myself." Then my dad grabbed her. Gave her a huge, wet, gross kiss. Then
led her back to the bed. He got to the bottom of the bed and started
eating her out. But then he did something I've never heard of before: he
started slurping. Like he was drinking something. My cousins never told
me about this and I've never seen it in any porn movies they let me
watch. Teresa's moans started to grow into screams. Then she screamed
really loud and long. I knew she was finally done. Then my dad came up
and went to her mouth and spit in her mouth. Except, his spit was thick
and white. That's when I remembered about his cum. H slurped up his cum
and spat it back in her mouth. That was hot.

The metal of the air vents were really cold. So I crawled to the bathroom
vent just in case Dyllan was in the living room.

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They mad me and Dyllan watch the first Batman movie upstairs. They were
downstairs and my dad was drinking. Dyllan fell asleep right away. After
a few hours, Teresa and Dyllan went home. (Apparently Teressa's car was
already here, so Dad didn't have to drive.)

After they left, my dad went to bed. I was pretty hard from that show
that he put on earlier. I wanted him to do to me what he did last year. I
opened the door as he was getting out of his clothes.

"Hey little guy. You feeling better?" he asked. He walked towards me like
a penguin. I knew he was drunk. He felt my head. "Yeah you are pretty
warm. Take your clothes off and you can sleep with me tonite."  I was not
warm. But I didn't say anything. I wanted to sleep with him.

We got into bed and he held me like he did before. After about ten
minutes, He didn't do anything else. He didn't message me or anything. So
I turned my body and tried to seduce him. I ran my fingers across hi
chest. Nothing. I played with his nipples. They got hard, but that's
it. I got closer to him. Squeazing him as I hugged him. As I got closer,
I opened my mouth and put it around his nipples. Wow this is great! I
thought. I've never done this before. I played with his nipples in my
mouth. He pulled me closer. I got scared. I thought he was asleep. But I
didn't stop. I loved it. I kept going. Then I felt something poking me.
It was his dick. We weren't wearing any underwear so I felt his hard
dick. It was really warm and the skin was soft. I didn't get a good look
because it was dark.

I reached down and grabbed his dick. I started pulling like last time.
Then he stopped me. Turned me around, and held me. What the hell? Didn't
he suddenly realized that he didn't want to do this? But just then, he
reached down. Rubbed my dick for like, 3 seconds. Then he spread my legs
open and placed his dick in between. He closed my legs. Held onto my arms
and started thrusting back and forth. He was fucking my legs. Is he
dreaming or does he know what's going on? I asked my self. Didn't matter.
I loved it. His dick was so warm. After a minute or so, he was going
really fast. So fast, the bed was shaking. He just kept holding on to me
while he shook harder. A few seconds later, it just stopped and I felt a
warm thick liquid hit between my legs.